Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.